Walking by the shore, feeling the cool calm breeze touching my face, I pleasantly reminisce.
It has been how long now? Since my first night with Erik. Just thinking about it right now makes me flush again. He proposed to me the morning after.
We've been engaged for over a year now. I can't wait to be his wife. I want to be his wife. That way, no one will point a finger even if I choose to travel with him on his long journeys. I'll make sure I'm by his side all the time from now on.
Because being away from him was always hard, but after our first night making love together, it has gotten harder. It's like the nights are longer now without him. I don't know how to explain it, but the nights get colder, stiff and just wrong when he is away.
